Poetry For When You Hit Rock Bottom

Poetry On Odyssey: Rock Bottom

I will rise above it!

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It's crazy that I'm a different person at night than I was that day

In the blink of an eye, my sunny sky changed to grey

Fighting my anxiety, I might win a few battles but I'm losing the war

I've hit my rock bottom, lying on the floor


Convincing myself to be happy is taking too much power

So I'm crying alone as I sit in the shower

Staring at the naked body I don't even like

Swear I'll get up once my phone dies


No water running, just my emotions moving fast

Wondering how long this attack is going to last

Listen to another sad song, let out a silent scream

Nights like these remind me that things aren't as good as they seemed


Eyes closed tight, surroundings shut out

Until my tear ducts have reached a barren drought

I get up and brush it off, get dressed and pretend I'm okay

It's at that moment I remember my God and begin to pray


Wanting the negative thoughts to leave my mind

So I'm counting the reasons to stay alive

Reminded there are more reasons to live than there are to die

The future will be better than the past and present combined


No matter how broken down, shaken and distraught

Even at my worst, I'm stronger than I ever thought

I'm floating just above rock bottom but that's high enough for me

This disease has me shackled but someday soon I will be free

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12. I might not have said those four words in the old and standard way, but I'd learnt that actions speak much louder, than anything that you can say.
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So much has happened this week, yet I could not find any inspiration to write. Instead of creating a piece that I will never deem perfect... I have decided to share with you my favorite e.h poems that fill my Pinterest board. These poems always seem to speak the words that I could never write, they remind me that I'm not alone, and give me faith to keep moving forward... I hope they do the same for you.

1. You see, not knowing is what haunts you. The memories that never mend.

2. When others listen to reply, she listens to understand.

3. I don't make my connections deep, because I'm scared of what I'll lose.

4. I lend everyone my ear, but nobody my heart.

5. Let go, Let go, Let go.

6. When part of what you're made of always wishes to return.

7. There are people that fit in quite nicely, and people who try but do not.

8. And realize I never truly lived; all I did was just exist.

9. She hopes one day she'll mean enough, for someone to write about her too.

10. When your road is a dead end, it's likely that you'll find it's only really just a bend.

11. And it kills you right now, but with time it gets better.

12. I might not have said those four words in the old and standard way, but I'd learnt that actions speak much louder than anything that you can say.

13. All these empty spaces create a strange sort of pull that attract so many people you wouldn't meet if they were full.

14. You remember life much better when you don't view it all through glass.

15. She thought she wasn't needed, she could leave and they'd not care.

16. But where on earth are you?


17. You might have hit rock bottom, but it's the perfect place to start.

18. There is no title to say, "This is Me."

19. I promise spring is coming.


20. Would it shock you most to find, that the things you thought defined you, could be summed up in just two lines.

21. For you'll never truly find yourself if you're too scared to get lost.

22. 86,400 seconds and we're in another day.

23. And each tear that escaped her held the things she'd left unsaid.

24. For since you first asked me that question, you've moved five hundred thousand miles.

25. Just remember from the other side, your grass looks greener too.



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I have a bone to pick with the people at "Wordsworth Classics".

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Of all the sins I've witnessed in the name of literacy, I never thought I'd stumble upon something so laughably God-awful, so lazily slapped together as this:


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